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Do You Booboo

I know who I am I might not look like you or Pam, but understand I am a woman I have my own unique style and flow I have my own shine, and my grandmother's glow In the end, your comments wont show not on my exterior, not on my interior but on the flo' I think you mad because I got Micheal's walk Oh so bad and it's oh so sad how when you get an idea it sound as if it was stolen from my notepad, and how when I walk in the room you and others laugh so loud because you want me to feel like your totebag honestly though, I'm feeling like the numbers on this coach tag So booboo, do you. -BRy

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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